My Sugar And Your Spice

Chapter 77 A Slap in the Face

Elyse stepped forward and introduced herself nobly. “Hello, Mr. Hansen. My name is Elyse Clayton.” There was a graceful and impeccable smile on her face. “As for Miss Dillon, perhaps she just happens to pass by this place.” She directly spoke on Amelie’s behalf.

On the other hand, Amelie pressed her lips together, not in a hurry to speak. Beside them, Leo looked at Amelie, who remained motionless as though she was just a passer-by. Her expression was calm, and her bearing was dignified. He squinted his eyes, wondering what she was up to.

Following that, Elyse stepped forward, awaiting Mr. Hansen to lead the way for her. To her surprise, Mr. Hansen didn’t go in as he waved his hand and said, “No, the person Mr. Steward would like to see isn’t Clayton.”

“It’s me, Mr. Hansen.” Only then did Amelie call out to him as she brushed past Elyse and stood in front of the butler. “I’m Amelie Dillon.”

“Amelie Dillon?” Hearing the name, Mr. Hansen dipped his head. “That’s right. You’re the one that Mr. Steward would like to see. Please come with me, Miss Dillon.” His attitude turned hospitable in an instant as he led Amelie into the place.

On the other hand, the ignored Elyse was rooted to the spot as her mind turned blank. What’s going on? Isn’t Amelie here to look for Leo? I can’t believe she’s here to see Owen!

Meanwhile, Leo furrowed his brows. Despite being a seasoned man, he was still shocked by what he had just witnessed. His gaze then trailed Amelie.

“Leo.” Elyse came over with an embarrassed expression. She had promised that not only could they have a word with Owen, but she could also persuade him to work with Genesis.

What had just happened was no different from a slap in the face for her. On the other hand, Amelie had been invited into the house by the Steward Family’s butler. At that moment, Elyse felt extremely humiliated.

Soon, Mr. Hansen brought Amelie to the reception room. Guests to the Steward Residence were led to different places based on their statuses. The average guests would be brought to the side hall, while the more important ones would be led to the living room.

Meanwhile, the most important guests would be invited to the VIP room, which was where Amelie was heading.

by many servants, who couldn’t help gaping at her as she was led to the

Amelie wasn’t perturbed by the servants’ stares, nor was she astounded by the lavish decorations in the VIP room. She remained calm and collected as she was seated on a chair, looking like a noble lady from

but be awed by her elegance as he treated her even more politely. “Please wait a second. Mr. Steward

Hansen,”

served a cup of coffee. Although she had no idea what kind of coffee it was, the aroma exuding from it suggested that it was the best-in-class

did she fish out her phone and send a message to Toby, telling him to

what was going on with Owen. If she caused some trouble, all their

She promptly got to her feet and saw a dapper-looking

sported a solemn expression. With a tall and burly figure, he looked domineering. Although there were only some wrinkles

Owen Steward, who was a business tycoon in Skaynia. In fact, he was only in his

day, Mr. Steward.” Seeing the man,

her to drop the formalities. “Why didn’t you tell me that you were coming? I would’ve picked you up at the

so I can’t possibly waste your time.” Amelie put on a gentle smile. Despite her polite tone, she

her, he stopped looking

that, given her connections, Owen would refuse to see her. “I’ll tell Mr. Steward that I’m friends with Mrs. Steward. I’m sure he’ll let me

“Stop right there. You’re only going to

in a hurry and almost crashed into that person. She looked up and realized it was Toby, whose handsome face appeared impassive as

you mean?” Elyse was eager to regain her dignity, so she had forgotten that she had an image to keep up. Her expression appeared

other hand, Toby wasn’t willing to speak to her, nor did he bother to explain anything. He gazed at Leo and

was ignored, but she still suppressed her fury and explained, “I’m on good terms with Mrs. Steward. I’m the best person to persuade

you know she has nothing to do with Mr. Steward anymore? Besides that, they’re enemies now.” He had wanted to save the last bit of dignity for her. However,